Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 18:26:45 -0400
From: walrus
Subject: My Rugby Brother, Chapter 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. High testosterone
levels + fatigue = horrible writing skills. Again, e-mail me with what you
think! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Enjoy!



"Wake up." I said, shaking awake my baby older brother. "You're going to
school today whether you like it or not."

"Alright.. alright." Zeke mumbled, putting a hand on my solid six pack for
support. I felt like being a dick, but I didn't know why. I probably
shouldn't've been, but oh well. I decided to dress 'skater' today. I felt
like Avril Lavigne with 500 dressing styles, but it's better than being a
clone. Pulling on a pair of somewhat-but-not-completely tight jeans, I
walked into the kitchen to find Zeke wearing a tank top and cut off jeans.

"You're funny if you think you're wearing that."

"What's wrong with it?"

"You want guys messing with you or trying to rape you? I have no problem
with beating the living shit out of guys that treat you wrong, Zeke, but I
can't monitor EVERYONE'S behavior.

"Okay, okay. I'll change." he said. As he did, I put on a tightass black
element shirt; I thought I looked pretty sexy in it.

"Good."

After we got ready, we drove to school in Zeke's car. I knew I should've
beat off, because I was fucking horny, and I couldn't just make him pull
over so I could dominate him. I didn't want to be a complete dick anyway;
he was my baby.

First hour went be so slowly that it wasn't even funny, but second hour was
more interesting. Zeke and I got called to the principal's office for
whatever reason. Basically he started ranting with his conservative redneck
views. "I got word that you boys were 'messing around' with each other last
night." he said.

"Yeah? Who'd you hear that from?" But I didn't need to guess; Heartbreaker
was right there. "That little shit in there?"

"Sir, I'd like for you to refrain from using such words. You and your
little friend here-"

"You talking shit too?" I said in a deadly tone. I wasn't about to take
this guy's crap; I didn't care if he was the principal. He was a tiny,
young man who would've died in one hit, although he was pretty hot.

"N-no.. I just thought we could talk about what happened.. if you wanted of
course.." he stuttered. Even grown men can fall apart if you know what to
say.

"No, we don't. So stay the fuck out of our business."

"I'm just saying.."

"Well shut your fucking mouth." I won't lie; I felt empowered. It was like
this adult man was under my control, and there was nothing he could do. I
had enough tesosterone going through me to satisfy five hundred men. But
seriously, I wasn't about to let this guy talk about my baby brother. I
couldn't care less if he talked about me, but no one talks about Zeke.

"I think I better leave this to your dad." he said weakly.

"What'd I just tell you?" I stood up and walked over to his desk.

"Nicholas.." Zeke started.

"Shh, I got this." I said genuinely. I didn't want to end up being a horny
monster like last night, but I wasn't going to let this man disobey me;
Zeke was my baby brother and I was to guard him from anyone.

"Now listen." I started. "If you think my dad scares me, then you're dead
wrong. If you think you scare me, then you must be fucking braindead."

"Sir, you need to-"

"Need to fucking what!?" I yelled, picking up his desk. I felt like the
fucking Hulk.

"Stop please!" he cried out.

"Make me." was all I said. I lifted the desk on top of my shoulders and
started doing ferocious squats. The principal just stared in horror. "Ever
seen a teen so fucking strong!?" I roared, my thighs flexing everytime I
went down. After an hour of working out, grunting and sweating, I set the
desk back down. "Now, do what you want. You don't scare me." Working out
had really fixed my anger.. for the time being. That really shut him up.

I went and sat by Zeke again, his tiny body trembling. "Hey, don't be
scared." I smiled, stroking his small forehead with a large finger. I
lifted his small body into my lap, the smell of my sweat blasting him full
on in the face. "That's it.. there there." I smiled again; this boy was my
world.

"Um..sir." the principal coughed.

"What?" I asked, annoyed at his interruptions.

"Your dad is on his way; he didn't sound too happy."

"Let the guy think what he wants; he can't do anything." I smirked. Zeke
stared in horror, but I knew nothing was going to happen. I already knew
what I would do if he started to yell, and if he messed with Zeke I'd
simply break him.

"Scared?" I whispered. Zeke nodded his head.  "Don't be. Daddy's here to
protect you." I smiled.

"Got a problem?" I had noticed the principal staring.

"N-no!" he was surprised, I guess. I know it's not every day you meet two
brothers who love each other like that, but it was still rude to stare.

"Good, so get out of my office."

"T-this is m-my office!" he said.

"Are you arguing with me?" I started to flex my calves. "If you don't
leave, you're gonna feel these around your neck."

"S-sorry!" he ran out of the room.

"What a bitch!" I roared with laughter. "Come on babe, let's get out of
here." I let him out of my arms, and put a thick arm around his small
back. I loved having a tiny brother. No one stared, surprisingly, as we
made our way outside into the 60 degree weather. Cool weather was so
awesome in that it made me stop sweating, but didn't take away the sweat
that was already there!

I felt Zeke take in a deep breath. "You smell hot." he said shyly,
blushing.

"Imagine how I fucking feel." I grinned, picking him up with one arm and
shoving my other arm's pit next to face. My shirt was tiny, and I had so
much pit hair that it was barely concealed, much less when I was stretching
my shirt like this. "Smell that." I told him. And he did. He sighed in
ecstasy, then hugged me gently.

"I love you big little brother." he smiled weakly.

Aww. I felt butterflies form in my stomach. "I love you too baby." hugging
him back.

Just then, we saw my dad's car pull up. Hand in hand, we walked over to it
and got in the back, since our Uncle Jeff was with us.

"I don't know where to begin." my dad said. "You! Why the HELL were you
messing with some guy the other day!?" he yelled at Zeke. He must've been
talking about Heartbreaker. That fucking principal was gonna die.

"I j-just.." Zeke started.

"I can't fucking believe this. Why the-" I smacked him across the face
twice.

"Don't talk to him." I told him. Uncle Jeff stared in amazement.

"You, you ungrateful-" SMACK SMACK.

"Shut the fuck up and drive."

"Now listen little man." Jeff started. "I don't think.."

"Come here." I told him. I knew who Jeff WAS, but I didn't actually KNOW
him, so he had no right to talk to me like that. "I won't repeat myself."

He leaned around and I punched him extremely hard in the nose.  "OH MY
GOD!" he cried out, blood gushing from his nose.

"Now turn around." I said.

"Here.." my dad mumbled, passing a tissue to Jeff. "There's nothing I can
do." I heard him whisper. He was right for once.

"Come here Zeke.." I said gently, pulling him in a sitting position on one
of my massive thighs. "You okay?" I whispered.

"I'm scared of them." he shuddered. Zeke never said much, but when he did,
he said what had to be said. I guess he had a right to be scared of them;
they were a lot bigger than him.

"Listen pussies." I said. "You're scaring my baby over here. If you don't
straighten up, there's gonna be hell to pay."

"You two are fucking brothers!" my dad roared.

"You fucking ugh!" I yelled. My voice was a lot deeper than my dad's, and
he had to cover his ears because it was so loud. I was furious with
him. "Just fucking wait till we get home." I growled. "Jeff get your ass
back here."

He didn't disobey me. He got in the backseat, shaking from head to
toe. "You ever get your ass kicked in high school?" I smirked.

"N-no." He was lying.

"Aw, too bad. You won't be ready for this then." I was on a power
trip. SMACK. "You two may be grown men, but I don't deal with bullshit; I
get rid of it." SMACK. "Now there're gonna be some changes around here."
SMACK. "This little guy over here is fragile, but I ain't. I'm a fucking
rugby captain, a wrestler, and a weightlifter." SMACK. "I don't give a fuck
if you're a grown man. There're a lot of teens that say they're strong, but
when I say it, I FUCKING MEAN IT." SMACK. "So the next time you even think
about taking shit about me OR my little boyfriend over there," SMACK. "You
better think about it real hard." SMACK.

By this time, his face was redder than a lobster, and he was about to burst
into tears. "You're gonna have to put up with this too pops, so you better
brace yourself." I smirked. I wrapped large leg around Jeff's stomach and
pulled him closer. Now, a lot of guys are skinny, but this guy was fucking
tiny. He was probably 33, but he looked like he was a tiny 15 year old. My
calves were thicker than his chest, and it showed.

"Oh god no.." he started to cry.

"Fuck yeah." I squeezed as hard as I could, and I felt some ribs crack
beneath me. "Feels pretty good, doesn't it little boy?" All he could do was
scream in pain.

"Fuck I'm horny." I growled, ripping off my nuthuggers.

"Smell this!" I yelled, forcing my balls in his face. If you're a guy,
you've probably smelt your balls before. If you're kinky, you probably
thought they smelt sexy. Now, if you're fuckig manly like I am, they
probably can knock people out, and that's exactly what happened. My balls
smelt so horrible and wretchd that he couldn't get enough oxygen and he
passed cold out.

I stuffed my big balls back in my tight jeans, and snuggled close to
Zeke. "None of thse guy's are gonna touch you. You're sleeping with me
tonight." I tod him.

"Yes sir." he whispered thankfully, looking me in the eyes. Zeke is weak,
but god damn he's hot. It was all I could do not to fuck him right
there. Instead, I embraced him in a strong hug.

"Your nipples are so big.." he gasped as my large, hard nipples poked him
in the face. They were pretty big too, about as big as a half dollar. As if
on cue, we arrived at our house. Dad went to pick up Jeff, but I stopped
him.

"Leave him here."

"But-" SMACK.

"Get inside."

"Listen son-" This time I really did it. I kicked him with such intensity
and power in the stomach that he dropped to the ground. It's a good thing I
spend hours working these mammoths out every day; I need them to keep
pricks like my dad in line.

"Get inside." I repeated, and he did. As Zeke and I followed him into his
room, he turned around and said, "What are you doing in here?"

"Since you and Jeff don't know how to shut your fucking mouths, I'm gonna
show you what happens if you don't. Just a sample, of course."

"Wh-wha-"

"We're going to box." Yeah, I just proposed a boxing match. I didn't need
any protection though; my muscles were my armor.

"I don't think that's a good-"

"I didn't ask for your opinion. We're going to box. I'm in charge around
here and that's waht we're gonna fucking do!" I yelled. "Just me and
you. You can ask Jeff to help if you want when he wakes up, if you're
alive." I took off my shirt, and god, my torso was as sweaty as ever.

"Ready?" I asked.

He sighed. "Yes sir." Now, most teen males have some innate fighting
experience. I, however, am a fucking beast, innate experience or not.

"I'll let you get the first hit. Come on." I smirked. Anything to make him
feel shitty. He swung at my abs, and although I couldn't broke his wrist
mid-punch, I let him go through with it for fun. The funny thing about my
abs is that they feel like iron. Seriously. There was a loud thump when he
hit them, but that's all.

"Let me try." I said, and threw a fucking fast punch at his small
stomach. He started wailing in pain, but I didn't stop there. I threw kick
after kick at his pretty little face until he fell to the ground, then I
body slammed him. I wasn't light, and it showed; the whole house rattled
when I landed.

"AHHHHH!!" he yelled out as I fell on him. I got up and flipped him over.

"I hope you didn't think it was over." I took off my shoes and smashed a
dirty sock covered foot on his face. I'm not the type of guy who wears
knee-high socks, no, I was wearing athletic no-show socks, but
nevertheless, they were COVERED in dirt from rugby practice since it rained
yesterday. "Don't they smell good?" I smiled. However, I was there to beat
some sense into him, not turn him on. "Let this stand as a warning. If you,
or your bitch of a brother dare to hurt Zeke, you'll die; end of story."

I turned around and smiled as Zeke who was staring in astonishment. I guess
I was quite a sight though. My huge calves nearly ripped open my tight
jeans, and my shirtless body filled the air with my smell. I took him to my
bedroom and set him down on my king sized bed. I didn't want to be naked
just then, but I had to get those nuthuggers off before my dick ripped them
apart, so I quickly changed into some shin-length grey sweatpants.

I walked back over to Zeke and said, "How's my baby brother?" as I got on
the bed and got on top of him.

"Better." he smiled.

"How do you feel?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him.

"Safe." he tried to lift himself up, but I weighed too much.

"Let me come to you." I smirked, bending down. I embraced him in a soft
kiss, and I felt his small hands wrap around my bulging biceps. "You like
these?" I flexed.

"A lot." he giggled.

"Give me something to use them on then." I grinned.

"Our dad?"

I understood why he wanted it; he wanted revenge for all the years of pain
my dad's caused him. I could never say no to my baby, so I lifted him up
and walked back into my dad's room. He was on his bed with Jeff beside him,
both carefully bandaging the wounds I'd given them.

"I got a special request from this little guy, so you two: get on your
feet." I didn't feel like waiting around.

"At the same time?? You'll get hurt.." Zeke said.

"You'll see." I smirked. Zeke was underestimating me. I was a fucking god;
these men weren't gonna get anywhere with me. I swiftly kicked the men
across the face and told them to get on their feet. They did so, and we
circled each other. I kind of felt like wrestling rather than just knocking
the shit out of them, so I slammed them to the ground. Now, I may have been
fighting two grown men, but it was nothing. They tried as hard as they
could to pin me, but I was simply too strong.

I threw them on top of each other and wrapped my legs around their
necks. They gasped, and I said triumphantly, "This is what we rugby studs
call a fucking double scissor hold." I was in heaven. My huge feet were
crossed, and I began suffocating the life out of them.

"Oh yeah!!" I roared. My thick cock was growing by the minute, and they
were losing air. I felt their small hands on my huge calves, trying to make
the veiny musces loosen their grip, but I persisted. I'd experienced a lot
more rigorous tasks in rugby; my legs were far from tired.

"Oh god!" I heard Zeke's little voice cry out. He was in the corner jacking
off his 8 incher. Zeke was weak, but damn was hung. My cock was about 11
inches, and it showed; I was fucking horny. I felt like ripping these guys
apart, but I didn't, because right then they passed out. I ripped the pants
off my dad and grabbed his briefs.

"Haha, fucking bitch." I smirked, rubbing my huge cock against his tiny
one.  I lifted both of the men up and started doing shoulder presses with
both of them. "Does this turn you on babe!?" I yelled, my huge muscles
bulging with power.

"Oh fuck!" Zeke cried out as his cum sprayed the walls. He fucking erupted!
I don't know why, but I started laughing as Zeke fell to the floor,
panting. I dropped both of the men on the bed and walked over to him.

"Looks like it's my turn to get off." I smiled.

"What can I do for ya?" Zeke said playfully. God he was cute.

"Jack me off." I didn't feel like sex anymore; weird.

"Yes sir." He rose, and tried to put a hand on my cock.

"Boy, you should know better." I smirked. "You have to use two hands." and
that he did. My monstrous cock was so huge that he couldn't fit one hand
around it. I never used lube either, so the friction was intense.

After about fourty minutes of him jacking, I felt like I was about to
explode.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh god!" I yelled. I ripped my cock from his soft grasp and
wrapped my own, huge hand around it. One of my hands could easily fit
around the whole cock, so I used them both to jack the whole thing. "FUCK
YEAH!" I screamed as thick, white cum sprayed everywhere. I deliberately
cummed all in Zeke's face, putting a hand behind his head and forcing him
to stay there as the cum caked him.

"FUCK!" I yelled. That orgasm lasted for about twenty minutes. "Holy shit!"
I sighed as the last drops of cum left my cock. "God damn baby." I
said. "Here, clean up." I handed him a bedsheet to clean his face and body
off.

"Wha-what happened?" said my dad as he woke up suddenly.

"You've got a mess to clean up. Get to it." I ordered, lifting my sexy
brother into my strong arms. "By the way, if you bother us tonight, I will
snap you in half. Bye!" I smirked as we left the room and went back into
Zeke's. Luckily for us, Zeke had a king sized bed too, so there was plenty
of room. Now that the lust had been driven from my system, I felt extremely
romantic, and I was gonna show it. I put my knees on either side of Zeke's
torso and leaned on him a we lay there, so that I was completely guarding
him.

"Those men ain't gonna be touching you for a long time." I whispered in his
ear. I think he truly believed it this time. He'd seen what I could do, and
here I was, guarding him. Taking a huge cover and placing it over us, I
whispered "I love you" to him.

"God I love you!" he began to cry into my pecs.

"I love you too baby.. you're my world." I whispered, holding his head
gently. "Things ARE going to change, I promise." I hugged him tightly,
afraid that if I were to let go, the world would take him from me. And it
was right then that I knew that Zeke would never be without my protection
ever again.